The Syracuse Journal, Volume 27, Number 50, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 11 April 1935 — Page 6

Yu’an Hee See Lauehs

SYNOPSIS . Matt Ksarney. young American living in London, says good-by to hie sister Eileen. on board the Wallaroo bound for Colomba The Wallaroo is conveying (>,000,000 in gold to Australia. Kearney meets Inspector Dawson Haig, of Scotland Yard, very much in love with Eileen. Haig is convinced opium is concealed in Jo Lung's warehouse. Called to other duty, he delegates Kearney, with Detective Norwich. to visit the place and And out what ho ean. While in the warehouse Kearney picks up a notebook. Yu’an Hee See. Chinaman, whom Haig has long been seeking as the leader of a band of International thieves, is at Jo Lung’s. Discovering the loss of his notebook, he sends two of his followers after Norwich and Kearney, one of whom he realises must have picked it up.

CHAPTER ll—Continued The little notebook In his pocket! He had meant to speak to Norwich about it, but changing his mind had determined to examine It himself and then to hand It over to Haig when he met him. His idea that It might prove to contain some piece of evidence of value to Scotland Yard assumed a new and grave importance. Coming upon It after the discovery .of the Dakenham opals, he had appropriated it without scruple. Now, watching slowly approaching head lamps, apd questioning the reality of that figure which he believed he had seen dart into hiding, he remembered that he wak unarmed. And he wondered. . . . Nearer and nearer came the lamps. He stepped out onto the edge of the curb and raised his arm. The man pulled up. ’ Kearney opened the door, uttered an audible gasp of relief. Jumped in. and banged it shut behind him. Twisting about, Matt looked through the rear window. Baleful eyes glared In at him I Someone, Indistinguishable except for his eyes, was clinging to the back of the cab! "My G—d!" Kearney whispered. Suddenly, those weird eyes, which seemed to belong to no tangible body, disappeared. . . • The taxi was well under: way now. Kearney craned through the open window, looking back. Fog ; . . desolation . . . nothing! But one or two belated pedestrians, notably a constable, as the taxi passed into Fleet street, observed upon the luggage rack surmounting its roof what looked like a Foiled up blanket, or, as another thought, a very dilapidated kit bag. ... Dawson Haig hurried across the little court in which Kearney’s rooms were situated. The old manservant who looked after the place opened the door at once. He knew Haig well. “I’m fcure it’s very Important, sir.” he said, "but Mr. Kearney bad to go across to the office the moment be arrived home." “But what’s this about some book?" “The book is lying on the desk upstairs, sir, with a note, and my orders are for yon to go up." Two minutes later he sat at Kearney’s table, reading the note which his friend had left. Haig had not removed his white raincoat A Yard car was waiting—and a ghastly duty called. ... But, as be read, his expression changed—grew puzzled—and then Indicated sudden excitement. The little leather-bound memo book, to which Kearney’s note chiefly related, lay upon the table beside him. It was really an advertisement Issued by onie of the shipping companies, containing a calendar and IsLforta of odds and ends of informatics.''about tides, and suchlike material. He picked it up again, glancing at the curious penciled entries it eontaint'd. The book was newly’ issued, and these were few. Some were unintelligible, being written In what looked like a combination of cipher and Chinese. B.ut others, opposite to certain dates, set him furiously thinking. Suddenly he stood up. shed his raincoat, and dropped It with his hat on the floor. By heavens! he might be better employed here titan down in Limehouse! The first of these Intriguing notes appeared against the date the 11 th—the day which had Just passed. It read as follows: “D 21—25—32. B 7— B 4.” The last number—B 4—had been written on the margin of the opposite page as though It were an afterthought, but a delta and pencil line Indicated that it should be added to the others. Under date of the 13th was: "Paris. Suleiman Bey’*." For the following three days the diary contained «mo notes, but under date the 17th the following appeared: "D 41." A gap until the 22d, and then occurred the entry: "Mohammed." On the following day, the 23d. the writer had scribbled something which Haig was unable to read. But on the 24th came this curious hem. “IS* 34’ N. and 41* 5. E." Finally, against date the 25th, appeared a cross In red ink. This was the last entry. Dawson Haig reread Kearney’s note and looked for and found a leaflet referred to. It was one issued by the steamship company, and it gave the dates at which the Wallaroo touched ports en route to Brisbane, Australia. .Very deliberately, although his brain was on fire, be compared certain entries in the memo book with this leaflet The dare, the 17th, corresponded to that at which the ship reached Marseilles; the next—the 22d—to that when she arrived at Port Said ! The dual dates meant nothing to him, except that he estimated them to correspond to the Wallaroo’s position at some place south of Suex Os course. Kearney might have set him off on a wild-goose chase, and these entries bear no relation to .the voyage of the Wallaroo. But considering where the book came from, what was he to think? And “B 4" was the number of * , X

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Eileen’s stateroom! “What the devil does it mean?" he said aloud. He turned the leaves back. If only he could read those hieroglyphic notes! But they were meaningless. He stared again at the entries in the diary. Then a possible explanation presented itself. Os course! He should have thought of it before! These notes related to Jo Lung’s abandoned dope-running enterprise! This theory almost covered the facts, but left him uneasy about the entry “B 4“ until, sitting back in Kearney’s chair and smoking furiously, a possible explanation came of this also. The cabins of all suspected persons, who might be revenue or police agents, bad been marked by the plotters, and for some reason Eileen had fallen under suspicion. “That’s It!" he muttered. At which moment the phone bell rang, and: “Is that you, Haig? Kearney speaking. I’m hung up ar the office. Have you grasped the facts about the memo book I pinched from Jo Lung's?’’ “Some of them. It needs n good many hours’ work and a man who knows Chinese. But I think It does the hanging trick. Good for you! Shall you be long?" “I may be an hour. Can’t say." “Then I shall have to push off. Til take the book with me. I’m on my way back to Limehouse— ’’ “Limehouse! Why, at this hour?*’ “An awful thing has happened. Matt —Norwich has been murdered !" “Wirtit!" The words had a stupefying effect upon Kearney. Norwich murdered! . . . That cry In the fog! The shadowy figure in the doorway . . . the unmistakable figure which had looked In at the back of the taxicab! “You left-him somewhere at the corner of Three Colt Street?** Dawson Haig went on rapidly. “Yes—yes—that’s right." “He was found, some time later, dead in the door of a warehouse. His pockets had been rifled—everything taken. Looked like the work of a common footpad, but I know it wasn't! I didn’t know until Wilson phoned me and told me about the book. Now I've read your note and studied those entries, I’m pretty sure the murderer was looking for this incriminating evidence on the table before me! You had a d—d lucky escape!" “But—" Kearney gasped—“how was poor Norwich killed?" There was a slight interval; then: “I don’t know,” Haig replied. “From the account given by Limehouse and confirmed by Leman street, he seems to have taken in with a stray panttier." “Stray panther? What on earth do you mean?" “Weil, they tell me his throat Is horribly torn, but not by a knife cut. The thing’s teeth pierced his Jugular. He bled to death. Thank God you're safe, old scout" "But —the Wallaroo. . , ." "I’m putting a good man aboard the Wallaroo. , . .” CHAPTER 111 The person variously known as “Yu’an’’ and “Excellency," wearing a plain blue house robe, paced up and down Jo Lung's office. The darkeyed woman seated in a chair near the door watched him uneasily. “They do not return," he crooned presently. “This may mean death, but you sit there very quietly, tender blossom.” “What can 1 do?" “You have done all that It Iles in a woman’s power to da You have perhaps ruined me. Jo Lung, who did his share, will fall in that rtiin, and Polodos with him." He continued to walk up and down, once pausing to glance at a clock on the writing table. “We are watched." be said. In hit reedy voice, “because of the trade, the petty trade, which is done here. And because of a series of blunders, those who are wtachlng these small things may he rewarded unjustly by a glimpse of the great." Ceaselessly be paced the floor, until: “All left more than an hour ago." said the woman suddenly; “and we cannot trust the Adder. If be has. . . ." "His orders would Justify IL" Into the high voice crept a soothing note. “What does it matter, most beautiful, provided that It corrects the consequence of your folly?” “My folly!" the woman exclaimed, and laughed indignantly. “How was I to know when I saw the man pick the book up that it was not his own—that it meant so much?" "A woman who is beautiful." the Chinaman replied softly, "is desirable. But there are many, A woman who has not only beauty but also intuition is a worthy companion." He resumed his promenade and presently began to laugh. As the short squeals of his evil merriment rose higher and higher, reaching a note unattainable by any normal human voice, the woman shrank back In her seat "Tonight,” said the man who laughed. “I shake off the dust of England from my feet forever, or I lay my bones In this cold Island." “Let ua start!" the woman implored. “What are we waiting for?" "Tender Hower," the reedy voice replied caressingly, "a clever man knows how tong to wait It Is only the fool who files when no enemy pursues him. I hare promised you a rope of pink pearls twice as long as your body. This, also, is the length of the rope used at executions In England." * * * • * • Dawson Haig sat back in the chair replacing the telephone. A tramcar was passing along the embankment beyond the gardens. He knew those allnight trams Hvith their cargo of weary

Fleet street workers. He listened to the familiar sounds audible through an opened bedroom window behind him. “His throat was mangled as though he had met a wild animal . . . the Jugular had been penetrated. . . That was what Leman street had reported. Automatically his hand touched the little leather-bound memo book. In leaving the establishment of Jo Lung, Matt Kearney had picked up something which meant life or death to. . . someone. x Haig believed he knew that someone's name; began to believe that what be had failed to find In Singapore might lie here under his fingers. “The jugular . . . penetrated. . . He no longer doubted that poor Norwich had been followed by agents of that someone. And for this—this verybook upoh the table! Yes! here lay the clue. If only he could unravel it. . . . Here, on the table, lay something which meant the hangman's rope for the Big Chief! Good G—d! It was maddening! He bent again over the pages of the diary. And now, suddenly he found himself listening—listening for what? “He bled to death. . ." Dawson Haig thought of those words, and, at the same moment, thought he detected a faint sound? in the bedroom behind him! He sat rigidly still. Definitely, something was moving in the bedroom—gently, lightly. Haig turned very quietly In bls chair and looked towards the half-open door leading Into Kearney’s bedroom . . . silhouetted against k he saw a crouching figure. . . . The fact flashed through his mind that he was unarmed. . . . Gently but unmistakably, he could hear the door opening behind him. With assumed indifference, he walked towards the lobby, and went out. . . . In five seconds he had snatched from the wall a Japanese sword (the lights In the sitting room had been switched off), unsheathed it— turned. And as he turned —he saw IL . . . As a man he couid not regard this visitant who fabulously had gained admission to these chambers. But he saw the Thing which, he could not doubL had killed poor Norwich ! It was bending over the writing table—a small, thickset figure, enormously deformed, humped, grotesque I .. t-" I w rw fe-IWI » & Silhouetted Against It He Saw a Crouching Figure. . . . long arms and disproportionately large hands. Bufthe head! —the head, glimpsed for a moment In the lobby light! Nausea swept over him at of that small, malignant head, that nearly hairless head, like the skull of an infant The brow was no more than an inch and a half high, and the nose upon • small, dark face, was represented by two distended nostrils. The chin retreated into the neck, but the upper lip below those flattened nostrils protruded inhumanly. . . . The creature turned its little sunken eyes upon him. He saw two enormous teeth, exaggerated canines, curved downward over the lower lip—white, and gleaming. . . . For one instant, a sort of supernatural dread held him spellbound. Then, sword In hand, he leaped. But. quickly as he leaped, the Thing was quicker. Uke a shadow, the whitefanged horror sprang through the bedroom door. Haig lunged wildly. The blade of the Japanese sword passed completely through a tower panel as the abnormally active fugitive crashed the door fast behind him. Haig threw himself against It, and as it swung open he crashed forward, face downward upon the bedroom carpet. t He was up in an Instant, and sprang to the light switch. The room was empty! The window was more widely open, and. racing across, he craned out. looking down the face of the building into the shadowy court below. Something that looked like a big cat was moving twenty feet underneath. Even as he looked, it had gone —fading, bad disappeared. ... He would have been prepared to stake aU he possessed upon the impossibility of any human being climbing down the face of the building at that point let he had sehn it accomplished! He thought of the creature’s sunken, biasing eyes, it had been under the influence of drugs—was, for the time being, homicidal—endowed. probably by some preparation of Indian hemp, with supernatural daring and agility.

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Running back to Kearney’s writing table, he pulled up, fists clenched. The memo book had disappeared! Absolute silence prevailed in the office of Jo Lung. The woman smoked cigarettes ceaselessly one after another. Yu’an paced the carpet with his heavy yet cat-like tread. Suddenly: “We shall be trapped,” the woman said. “Why are we waiting? All—or the Adder—may be caught as they return.” Yu’an glanced at the speaker through sllt-like eyes. Then silently he extended a plump yellow hand In the direction of the wall behind the desk. In one of the openings of the switchboard glowed a tiny speck of light “The blue lights are on," he returned contemptuously. “Even if we were surrounded—neither would be taken." Came the muffled note of a phone bell. Yu’an stepped quickly to the table and took up the receiver. “Yes?" he said. “Something is afoot," Polodos reported. “Shan announces that the party which set out from Leman street is now leaving Limehouse —bound In this direction. What are your orders?” “As already arranged,” the high, piping voice replied. “I am now going to Join Jo Lung. There will be no sea tonight, so we shall cross in the cruiser." “Where do you wish me to Join you?” “At Trieste 'on Thursday morning—the usual place." Yu’an replaced the receiver. “The police! I knew it!” cried the woman, springing up. He faced her. “With you,” he said softly, in Chinese, “the police are like an evil dream. One would think. Orange Blossom, that you feared them. This Is not flattering to me." His voice rose very high on the last note. The woman called Orange Blossom summoned all her natural arrogance to confront him, but that cloak of' high disdain which she wore so gracefully somehow had slipped from her. As the portly Chinaman moved slowly in her direction, she shrank back, nearer to the door. With a curling smile of arched red lips he turned aside, slipped off his blue house garment, which he hung In a cupboard and resumed his heavy overcoat, taking up the broad-brimmed black hat from the table. Then: “Come," he said, “we are going. Jo Lung waits for us.” Inspector Eddy of Leman Street had placed his men with care. It would have been difficult for a rat to enter the premises of Jo Lung without attracting the attention of one of them. His dispositions effected: “That ought to do,” he said to the detective sergeant who accompanied him. "Scotland Yard seems to think that the murderer will make for here tonight; if he he'll fall into the net.” In a mean house near the corner of a mean street, outside the cordon drawn by the police around the susI>ected premises, a light shone behind a blue shadV,of an upper window. On the opposite-side of a second, wider thoroughfare a furtive figure crept along close to the dingy shops. It paused, turned, and seemed to sink into the shadows again. Yu’an came out into the street. Beside him was a small figure so muffled that, beyond the fact that she was a woman, no one'could have Identified her. They set out in the direction of the river. Ten paces they bad gone when a figure appeared from the alleyway and glided in the same direction. Close behind him, stooping, ape-like, came another. And this singular procession beaded toward he Thames. A wicket gate was opened, and a deserted yard crossed. Out onto a wharf Yu’an led. and down slippery wooden steps to where, riding the sluggish tide, a boat was moored. Jo Lung assisted his passengers on board. The following shades, one swift behind the other, leaped on board also. As Jo Lung cast the painter loose and took to his oars: “Quick!” Yuan spoke the word in Chinese upon a note high with excitement. “Which of you has it?" A large, claw-like hand was stretched back to him . . . and in it was the green-bound memo book! “How many?" he asked. “One." Whereupon he began to laugh, thqt high, uncanny laughter which seemed to harmonize .with the creaking of Jo Lung’s oars. . • •••••• “Cut outside those barges. Mason.” said the officer in charge of the river police launch. "I want to get a closer look at that smart motor cruiser lying in the Reach." "It belongs to Mr. Van Steyn, the American sportsman. It has been under repair in duiker’s yard. 1 suppose the repairs have been completed, and they meant to go down this evening but were held up by the fog." “Where the devil are they going? This is no season for motor erniaing" “I don't think there’s anybody on board except a scratch crew. They intend to take her round to Cowes, I expert." The river police drifted aiongaßto the spruce-looking craft—a forty-foot motor cruiser. Her paint work was very new. but of a queer battleship gray, unusual in pleasure boats. There was nothing to show that there was anybody aboard. But when, half an hour later, Jo Lung's Party drew alongside, two very active Asiatics appeared above the bows of the motor cruiser. Having assisted Yu an and the woman aboard, they rapidly hauled up and disposed of a great number of small packing eases stowed 'n the stern of the boat These contained the opium destined for Australia—which Dawson Haig had been covering. (TO BE CONTINUED)

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